I stare out the bus window, the streets are surprisingly busy for this time in the afternoon, I guess rush hour changed time or something. The bus comes to an abrupt stop yet again. I hear a loud noise, a gunshot, I jump. It wouldn't be a gunshot, not here. Must be a backfiring car. I look around, to see if anyone took any notice, they didn't, there are so many business people are here, all carrying the same expensive briefcase and reading the same newspaper. I feel so out of place in my skinny jeans and t-shirt. I stare out the window once again. Not really looking at anything, just out and up. And then I see him. A man on the roof. Right on the edge. And then, he falls. He just... Falls. At first it's almost graceful, but by the time I see his face... I see the fear, his arms and legs are scrambling, it looks like he's trying to push himself away from the ground, fighting the death, clinging to life. I can feel tears falling from my eyes. I blink. And when I open my eyes again, he's there. Obviously dead. He isn't breathing. I just watched a man die. He died of his own accord, yet was scared of death, he did it to himself, yet didn't want to. He can't be dead. No. "HELP HIM!" I scream. The business people don't seem to take any notice. "HELP HIM! You have to help him!" My words are loud, but must be mispronounced through the tears, still no one even looks up. I bang my head on the window. A man in the bus coughs, and everyone stands to leave. The driver opens the door, we aren't even at a stop! Maybe they finally listened to me. I stare at the now empty bus, the newspapers scattered on the seats. And on the cover I see a picture, a picture of a familiar face. The headline reads COUNTRIES MOST LOVED HERO... OR IS HE? Oh my gosh! That's. That's him! The man I've looked up to for years. So smart. So inspirational. But he lied, he lied about so much. Everyone began to hate him, but we can't let him die! I run off the bus. It's him. The man on the street is the man from the paper. I kneel beside him, crying, I look around frantically for someone to help. Why don't they care? Why can't they see? I hear screeches and screams from my right. What happened on that roof?
"THAT MAN IS MY FRIEND! Let me through! Please! PLEASE!" Comes a male voice. "That man is my friend." His voice trails off into tears.
That man is his friend, that man is our countries hero, that man is a liar.
That man is dead.